I don’t get it. What’s the big deal about Devin Nunes’ secret sauce? The guy seems to have made a major career move in maintaining that it’s of paramount importance to protect that sauce. Sure, sure . . . I’m no cook, but still there seems to be too much intrigue around it. And even Adam Schiff, the leading Democrat on the House Intelligence Committee, has been spending a lot of time on TV wondering about that sauce. All while the Trump administration continues to obscure the recipe in which the sauce was used.
These are strange times we are living in where there seems to be some new revelation almost every day pointing to some corruption involving the Trump campaign. But some days, there’s nothing new or particularly earth shattering and yet the networks that I watch continue describing everything as “Breaking News!” I half-expect CNN to have the ‘breaking news’ caption followed by a crawl noting that the sun came up this morning. A little nuance would be useful.
This is all to say I’ve been watching too much television news. So much so, that I’m starting to get inured to the shenanigans and outrages that are being reported. In fact, it’s been almost a week since I threw something at my TV.
My absorption has coincided with my continuing recovery from surgery. My viewing has, in the worst way, become a mainstay. I don’t say this proudly; more of an admission of a rapidly diminishing intellect. Oh . . . you wouldn’t quite know that when talking with me because most of the conversations I have with friends and acquaintances are about politics. I’d say nearly 75% of the time at lunch with friends is spent haranguing about the Trump disaster. Who am I kidding–it’s more like 95%. This makes it look like I’m someone who has a life and has something to say. Thank you DJT.
But fortunately, I am beginning to see a shift, a lifting of a veil. Not so much a change in the political realm; more a slight movement in my interests. You see, baseball season has begun. And if you want (another) mindless activity to occupy you while your bones heal, what better way than watching a three hour spectacle where nothing happens for most of the time. With little or no aggravation. And never any breaking news.
Let’s Go Mets!